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summary: a drunk night out brings the clingiest sides of Jason to life.
cw: sfw, fluff, jason todd x reader, sub!jason, gn!reader, jason is drunk asf and soooo whipped for reader.
a/n: my first req.!! brought to you by this lovely person here.
wc: 817
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It was far too late and you were far too exhausted to give enough of a damn to look at the clock. Jason had just shuffled into the room, the buckles on his boots jingling with each heavy step. The wood creaked beneath his feet, unevenly, and his steps dragged, scraping the floor. He sits beside you on the bed, staring at the silhouette beneath the covers, fingers running over the cool fabric that rippled under his touch.
“Jason?” You murmur, eyes struggling to open when there’s no answer other than a lazy groan.
His face is absolutely flushed, an extremely shy demeanour written over his movements. He’s slow, much more methodical than usual when his fingers work the bedsheets off of your figure, pressing his face into the soft of your stomach over the top of your shirt. He nudges his nose into the covered skin, heavy and incoherent mumbles on his lips. You freeze, eyes widening as the scent of alcohol assaults your senses.
Naturally, Jason would go out for drinks with Dick every Friday night as a well-deserved wind-down time for both vigilantes — and you’d forgotten this was one of those nights. Your boyfriend, currently preoccupied with burying his face into your stomach, was shitfaced with booze and what smelled like strawberry syrup.
“Missed you,” he slurs out with that signature Crime Alley accent, albeit barely understandable.
“I missed you too, Jay.” The tone came out sour, tiredness on your tongue dragging far longer than you’d wished. He absolutely melts at the sound of your voice regardless, eyes lighting up at the sight of his partner awake and talking.
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You’d somehow made it to the kitchen with a man twice your body weight clinging to your back, arms around your waist restricting any proper movement below the torso. “You need to drink water,” you tell, earning a soft puff of air to your neck as Jason hides himself away in the smooth skin.
“Need you.”
“Jason.”
He pulls his head back, giving you those puppy dog eyes he knew would allow him a gateway to avoid a scolding. You point a finger at his face, only to be met with an incessant horde of kisses along the length of your neck, sloppy and incalculable. Lips drawn into a thin line, you hold back a laugh as best as you can, the soft skin of Jason’s lips tickling and nipping at the horribly sensitive area.
One thing leads to another between his insistence, and he spins you around, the curve of your back pressed into the counter. “I missed you so much,” he whispers, those half-lidded eyes clinging onto drunken tears and the absolute of a hangover. His fingers carefully thread through the strands at the back of your neck, bottom lip pushed out to a pout you’d almost think is teasing if he weren’t drunk off his rocker.
Your gaze softens, palms finding their way to his cheeks, thumbs tracing the faded freckles over his skin. The scent of alcohol on Jason’s breath makes you double-take before leaning in, earning one of the most tasteful noises you’d ever heard from your boyfriend — a dragged-out whine that compares to that of a needy Labrador.
“Baby,” he folds onto his knees before you, hugging the backs of your knees and resting his chin at the dip of your stomach, “baby, please.”
It’s a pathetic sight to catch Jason in, one you wish you could photograph and keep in a locket for the rest of your life. A heavy gulp makes its way down your throat — he’s staring up like you’re a lifeline for his stability, droplets lining his eyes.
“Just one kiss.”
Your heart sinks, a warmth forming in the depths of your body at the pleading in his voice. “Jay,” his fingers clutch the skin of your calf, begging in silence to be allowed a singular moment of your affection. You hesitate, but eventually find yourself sitting on the floor before him, pecking Jason’s lips. “You need to drink water, sweetheart.”
He chases after your lips, unprepared to leave your mouth alone when he’d just gotten the smallest of tastes. Your index finger presses against Jason’s jaw, pushing his face away gently as you reach for the fridge from your position on the floor — it takes you much longer to find a water bottle than you’d like to admit. Unscrewing the bottle cap, you press the rim of the bottle to his semi-chapped lips, earning a groan from the man in front of you.
“Let’s get you to bed, silly,” you insist, peppering kisses over the left side of his face. He follows along your command, albeit reluctantly, and steps lazily across the floor, feet unsteady and held up miraculously by you. “You’re so strong,” he praises, smiling lopsidedly to himself.
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jason todd would fight someone for you if they said the wrong thing. he doesn't play about you and never will. he knows how men think, how disgusting they can be at times so he's always cautious when he's with you. if another man ever dares to say anything even remotely dirty or catcall you, then it would be his last day on earth. that's why you love him so much, because he's the type to protect you when you're wearing something skimpy rather than force you to dress differently.
Summary ⁎ Luke can't get his eyeshadow right. You help out in more ways than one.
Content ⁎ Smut
Note ⁎ Shoutout to the anon that suggested it, hope you enjoy it! 💖
Also on ao3 soon.
"For fuck's sake."
Luke's muttered exclamation is followed by the clatter of something thrown onto the table, making you look up in surprise as the silence of the dressing room is broken. He looks equal amounts exhausted and riled up, has been all day, but now frustration has quite obviously been added into the mix.
"You alright?"
"No," he grumbles, letting his head drop onto his arms as he all but collapses over the table, his dark curls falling all over the place. His body heaves with a sigh. You can't help but smile at how dramatic he gets.
"What is it, then?"
You walk over to him, burying a hand in his hair to scratch lightly at his scalp, and he sighs again. It sounds more appreciative this time. He says something, but his head is still buried in the fabric of his shirt, and you can't make out a single word. Carefully pulling at his hair, you make him pick his head up, an unreadable expression on his face. He gulps, audibly, before repeating himself.
"Can't get my eyeshadow right. Won't blend."
"Aw," you coo at him, lifting his face up higher with your finger under his chin. You study the make up on his face, immediately seeing where he was struggling. "Want me to help?"
His doe eyes speak for themselves.
You grab the eyeshadow pallette he'd been handling and the brush that would probably be a little more helpful than the one he'd been attempting to use, before motioning for him for sit up straighter. You just watch him, blinking up at you, for a moment, taking in his absolute beauty, his charm, everything about him that makes it so hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Then you try to get to work.
It's awkward. The angle is weird and the light doesn't quite work. You've never done someone else's make up before. You try to bend down to get more eye-level with the issue but then it's just his baby blue eyes staring right back at you and somehow that just makes it worse. So you make him tip his head back a little more but then everything just seems weird. You huff out a breath of annoyance.
Luke puts a stop to it.
In one swift motion, he grabs onto your hips, pulling you down onto his lap, making you straddle him, his hands coming to rest on your waist then. It takes your breath away, just for a moment, how close you are. His thighs against your ass. His arms lazily resting on top of your legs. His face right in front of you. You want to move in, smash your chests together until there's no breathing space left, but you resist.
Instead, you go back to the task at hand. It's easier this way; you're at the right angle, you're close enough. You're still blocking the light from the mirror behind you, but you make do. Nothing could get you to get back up again now. You blend his eyeshadow until you know he'd be satisfied with it, then go over with glitter, more than he would usually use, but you love the way his eyes sparkle in tandem with it and you can't hold back.
You're so focused on the task at hand that it takes you finishing it to realise a number of things.
Your heart is beating out of your chest. His breathing has become unsteady. You have move closer and closer, bit by bit, his face almost against yours. His hands are digging into your skin so harshly it might leave a bruise.
"All done," you whisper. "Pretty boy."
Luke gasps, his hands dragging you even closer on his lap.
"I think…" His eyes trail down your face until they settle on your mouth. "I think I want to try some lipgloss."
The invitation is clear enough that you don't hesitate. But you take your time all the same. Your eyes drift over his features, beautiful under the partially obstructed light, baby blues following your every move, lips slightly parted as your hand comes to rest on the side of his neck. You lean in, slowly, cautiously, until he grows restless underneath you. Then you put your lips on his, firmly, but just once, before pulling back. His lips now coated in your gloss.
Luke looks up at you with such innocent eyes, with such need for more, that you simply can't resist, your body lighting up and coming alive. Dragging him closer by the hand on his neck, you kiss him, fully this time, and he returns the sentiment, kissing you like a man starving, hands moving to your lower back to hold you steady, the slightest gasp escaping his mouth and inviting you to explore more.
You feel him underneath you, a twitch first, then steadily growing. There's heat between your own legs, a tightening knot in your lower stomach, a rising need.
You only part when you need to catch a breath. His face has reddened and you're sure yours isn't far off either. He inhales, on the verge of saying something, when you hear the door open behind you, a high-pitched 'Oh okay' in what can only be Michael's voice, and the door closing again.
"Fuck," Luke mumbles, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. His arms envelop you, hugging your torso close to his, and the slight movement of your hips has you shifting against his growing need, eliciting a low groan. "The things I'd do to you if I could get you undressed right now."
"Why can't you?" you tease.
"Mikey literally just walked in on us," he chuckles, but all it does it press your body harder against his.
"What if we did something we didn't need to get undressed for?"
He lifts his head, looking up at you through his lashes and you're about to melt.
"Surely you can't go on stage like this."
This time, you grind down on him on purpose, roughly moving against his hardness and he moans so, so sweetly that you know there's no way you're going to leave here without making him come.
"Yeah?" he pleads. "What are going to do about it?"
You repeat your motion, sliding perfectly on his laps, rubbing against his cock again and again. You've never been so glad he decided against his jeans today. The fabric of his trousers are thinner, give more room, and when you look down between your bodies you can see an almost perfect outline through the layers. It makes you want to get on your knees and tear his clothes off, but the rational part of your brain stops you.
Not here, not now.
"How is this?" you ask instead, pushing down on him again, feeling him against you so thick and long, you're sure your panties are soaking already. "Think you can get off for me like this?"
Luke's moan is less contained this time and you grab onto his head to angle it your way, pressing a silencing kiss to his lips.
"Talk to me, Luke."
You're already making a mess out of him. You can see it in the glaze in his eyes, in the frantic way his hands are scrambling for purchase on your body, how his hips are starting to meet yours halfway, rubbing himself against you.
"Yes," he sighs under his breath. "Yes, please, I can, just—"
"Just what, hm?"
You continue to ride him, watching how you're hitting all the right spots as he starts losing his composure.
"Can I touch?"
"Do it, baby boy."
His hands are on your breasts immediately, another deep groan escaping his throat as he kneads the flesh, getting lost in the sensations of you on him. He's buckling up into you as you try to keep some resemblance of a rhythm but you can tell he's getting closer. Closer to losing control.
"Come on, Luke. Come for me. Let me see how your pretty face falls apart. Don't even need me to touch you. Don't even need my hands or my mouth. So pretty, so desperate for anything at all. So hard for me. Come for me, Lu."
He does, then. He wants to bury his face in your shoulder, but you pull him back by the strands of his dark hair, making his head fall back instead, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. Silent moans on his tongue as he ruts against you, twitching until he's spent.
Luke is beautiful. Tangled curls and flushed cheeks. His eyes open slowly and you can't deny him another open-mouthed kiss. When you move away a little, getting some distance between the two of you, you can see the stain he left in his trousers, the dark material even blacker where he came, visual proof of your ministrations.
"Think you might need to change before stage," you giggle.
His gaze follows yours, taking note of the state of his trousers, then letting his head fall backwards again with a laugh.
"The things you fucking do to me."
"Yeah?" You perk up, peppering several kisses along his exposed neck. "Tell me all about it in the hotel when you get off stage?"
He grabs you again, squeezing your sides, holding the back of your head to press his mouth against his.
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